“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.” -Pablo Neruda

my dear friend holly
and i
had a photoshoot
in my basement.
i do love her.
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"Not even the rain has such small hands."
-E.E. Cummings

a much needed spilled glass

knees.

this is twister.

brit came home from college.

a lovely weekend.

a good tuesday.

a long walk.

a good talk.

a best friend.

.

am eating a pb&j with milk

my favorite.

texting a very nice boy.

.

yesterday i found myself with excessive

pent up

emotion.

and passion.

it came so suddenly, i was at a loss for what to do with it all.

i ran around in my favorite field,

with one arm waving free above my head.

and i gave a long, giant yell.

.

.

.

i love to hug the grass.

i really do.

remains of someones life

Theresa Boneta Dodge


and i went to an abandoned burnt house on friday

it was odd, and slightly depressing to think about people living and breathing and laughing and eating in this house at some time.

we found old shoes. and i decided to adopt them as my own.

here they are before.

do not have the finished clean products just yet.

washed them at Theresa's.

i can't wait to have adventures in them.

my week full of wonder

looking for unconventional beauty.

imperfections abound

and bliss overflowing.

.

roll down the car window

stick your head out like a dog

adjust your lungs to the excessive air

let it carry you.

.

lay in tall grass

focus on being still

forget what your name is

.

walk out the front door

and let your legs take you

wander aimlessly

get yourself lost

and find a place you never knew was there.

the alphabet and me, under a tree.

Wishing my love wasn't quite so big.

But oh well...

It's not like I can adjust these things.

My grade in chemistry is struggling.

I need to run around.

And also I need

Junior mints and popcorn

With Kelly.

I desire to wear a hat.

That hides me.

Today I made a list of things I want.

Clarity, dancing like birds, and Blind faith

were included.